I recommend not to read this steaming pile of garbage that has managed to pour from my head and manifest itself as a piece of writing. However, if you do, each chapter will probably be between two and a half thousand words and five thousand words, the glossary will contain some extra reads, it will make no sense, and the synopsis below will tell you nothing about the content of the story...

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

Asuhira Pandyan, a prince who, while not the youngest to do so, ascended to godhood in record time. However, despite his achievement, charms, and growing power, the prince was seen as nothing more than a boy in the eyes of the gods who had become before him. Having never once been seen as anything less than the brilliant prince of the Pandyan Empire, and powered by his newfound desire for acknowledgement, he set out to prove himself in the only way a god could.

To achieve further control over his domain.

Fortunately or unfortunately, his rush for improvement pushed him further and further into dangerous territories. Years turned into centuries, centuries turned into millennia; yet the prince never stopped pushing his limits, till, one day, he noticed he wasn't improving, stagnating at a point that no matter how much he pushed he couldn't overcome. And as he finally turned to look at himself, he realised, 'I've reached the end of my talent'

Unable to believe such a fact, unwilling to acknowledge that he could go no further, the prince's mind turned to the extreme, and, in a moment of desperate selfishness, he turned toward his friends and The Source in search of power.

His punishment was swift.

Stripped of his divinity. Ripped from his vessel. Chained at his very soul. Asuhira found himself cast down to be a mortal in the lower worlds.

And as he gazed up at the mortal human faces that welcomed him for the first time, he could only utter one thing, 'What vile creatures are these'.